Today the world snuck up on me.

I wasn't really prepared for it. Before this gets really silly an explanation is in order. The girls soccer this year only has one team so unfortunately 7 or 8 girls miss out. One of them bought new boots for it and now doesn't get to use them. That's what got me. 50-100 dollars, maybe even more, down the drain because they weren't quote unquote good enough. And unfortunately this kind of thing does happen more often than not. And it makes me sad, however I cannot fix the world, because I am to lazy and to inexperienced to do so.

I wish I could change it, who doesn't (wait don't answer that). Everyone has an idea of what the world should look like, even if that view may or may not be culturally or racially biased. Mine happens to be a world where people can do what they feel like, within reason, without fear of reproach or the fear that you aren't good enough. But I have no idea how to get the world to that state. Plus once it's there what do you do? A world full of impulses is not a good thing. That is why unless someone who can see the entire picture and what's best for everyone, like every religion's savior figure, no single man or woman should take control of the world.

I'm a bit surprised at how enjoyable talking about this is. Obviously I don't enjoy the feeling of helplessness when I look at the state of the world. But to talk about it, to write down my thoughts and feelings about particular subjects is enjoyable, while I concede that it may not be a good thing to inflict my writing upon the world there is a simple solution to this. If you don't want to listen, don't read it. It's as simple as that.

However in the practical mind of those who object to live journals as my kind of blog is, this kind of blog is irrelevant. However to the more creative mind such as mine they are sometimes a necessity and if not a good companion to the mindset. It gives a place for the things that cannot be forced into lyric or fiction or drawing to be placed and recorded.

For the upteenth time today I wish I could play an instrument. But my mind wanders to freely to learn. Oh well.

And to end a disclaimer. The short story The Three Phases is not meant to represent truth. It may be partly based on truth but it does not represent my opinion of that part of my life. The assumptions that the story makes are not those that I have made. End of disclaimer. And co-incidentally end of blog.